am i ready for someone to stalk my life to death?
...so i'm not really too sure how much detail i can give about the actual talk i had with the producers so bare with me... what i write in this blog is what i can tell lol.
i can say that i started getting more and more nervous as i got closer to my appointment time. i entered into this quiet office room... one guy sat at the front desk while a tv played last season's show. another girl sat with me and together we talked about our fears and preferences until it was her turn and i was left in the room alone... sniff
the logo for fear factor was right above the tv... i swear that was some jedi mind trickery right there.
i went in the room and left feeling like they assumed i was this schmuck who expected a king. the more nervous i grew the more i spoke. i went way passed the point of "slow your roll flo" for sure.
at one point a guy said maybe it's not the guys in la... maybe it's you and something in me curled up and died of shame. it's kind of hard to sit in a room full of strangers and hear something like that...
i don't know why it's different, but writing about dating here on my blog is WAY easier yo. that ish left me butt hurt.
it's over now... i'm safe at home. no more sizing tishy up.
i swear random sticks to my life like hoochies stick to corners.